Prom was supposed to be the highlight of every girl’s existence, a night of slow dances, whispered confessions of love, and promises that felt like forever and true. The night where everything came together perfectly, from the dress, the music, the love and ending the night with a cliche kiss.
For me, it was the night I realized I had no one. The entrance to Lumière was pure luxury, I could see couples through the glass doors, leaning into each other, sharing laughter over plates of steaming pasta, the rich scent of roasted garlic and butter lingering in the air. The restaurant better be worth it because it took weeks to get a reservation here. I was second guessing entering but my fingers curled tighter around the edges of my dress for some sort of moral support. The red fabric clung to my skin, the deep V showing more than I was comfortable with. I never wore red. It was loud, bold, attention seeking. But I had worn it tonight because Alex once said it was his favorite color. I was a stupid girl who had spent hours getting ready, forcing myself to smile in the mirror, reminding myself that tonight was different. That even after everything, I still had them. Alex and Lily, the two people I had trusted most, who had been going down and dirty on eachother behind my back. And yet I was still willing to have dinner with them, because they were all I had. I slid into my seat, eyes going down to my phone as I typed. Me: Where are you? Read at 8:27 PM. No reply. I swallowed hard. He saw it. He just… wasn’t answering, so I switched to Lily’s chat, my heart already sinking. Me: Lily, are you coming? The three dots popped up. I exhaled in relief and then her sorry excuse for a reply came. Lily: Something came up. That was it, the disappointment was finally settling in, but it wasn't as if the didn't knew I hsd something planned. My throat tightened, I was at the brink of tears but I still held on to hope. Maybe they were running late. Maybe Alex was planning a surprise, making up for everything. After all, this wasn’t just any night. In addition to prom, was my birthday. The one day I wanted to feel important where I let myself believe that, despite everything, I mattered. I had booked the picturing the three of us laughing over dinner, celebrating like we always had, and laughing at the expensive food. Even after I caught them together, after I saw with my own eyes what they had done, I was willing to sit down with them because they were all I had and I was ready to forgive them. I just needed them to show up. “Miss?” I looked up, meeting the pitiful gaze of the waiter. He shifted uncomfortably, his eyes going to the empty table, I could tell that he didn't want to have this conversation with me. “We’re closing soon.” I nodded trying to hide my embarrassment as my throat went dry. “Just… I’ll take a bottle of wine.” He hesitated before nodding and walking away. I heard familiar voices from the next table I immediately recognised it from group of girls from school. One of them, whose name I can't recall, caught my eye and quickly looked away almost pitifully. Another girl whispered something in her ear, and they both glanced in my direction before lowering their voices. I knew that look, it was the one people gave you when they felt sorry for you but didn’t want to get involved. They went almost silent but I was still able to gear their conversations. “…She really didn’t know? Imagine getting betrayed by your best friend and boyfriend” “…God, I would die of embarrassment.” “…They didn’t even try to hide it, I mean I won't blame Alex, Lily is hot and Sophie reminds me of my little sister.” "... And I bet she's waiting for them, poor girl..." I couldn't listen anymore, so I reached for my phone again pretending to make a call. I felt like a complete idiot, everyone knew except me. I involuntarily went to the chat that I sent to Alex that he never replied to, then to nights when Lily canceled on me but was seen leaving his apartment. Excuses that never made sense. And then, the final blow was a new message from an unknown number. It was a blurry picture from tonight. It showed Lily. Alex. His hands on her waist. Her in the dress she swore she hated, the one he must have picked for her. I felt sick to my stomach. They weren’t just together. They were celebrating prom and each other. The waiter returned, setting the bottle down gently. “Would you like a glass?” I shook my head, I didn’t need a glass, what I needed to get the hell out of here. Grabbing the bottle, I stood, ignoring the way the room blurred and the pitifully glances from those girls. I had spent the entire night waiting for something that was never coming. This was supposed to be my night and they took that away from me. I stepped outside into the cold night air, made me shiver, I hated this dress. My heels clicked against the pavement as I walked forward without a destination. I wasn’t going home. I was going to the nearest club, and I was going to drown every ounce of pain in this bottle until I couldn’t remember my own damn name. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t care what happened next.I wasn’t going to waste my dress. I looked too damn good to cry alone in my crummy little apartment. So I took the unopened bottle of wine from the restaurant and found myself in a run-down bar, the kind of place where people drank to forget how life gave them the middle finger. And I needed to forget. The bartender eyed me like I had lost my mind when I set the bottle on the counter. “Can you open this for me?” I asked. He let out a short, unimpressed laugh. “Are you serious?” I nodded. He sighed, shaking his head. “Lady, this is a bar. We sell drinks here. You can’t just bring your own and expect service.” Embarrassment burned my skin. I hadn’t thought about that. “I—” “Put it on my tab.” The voice was smooth, deep, effortless. A quiet command that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned. Piercing gray eyes met mine, steady and unreadable. Damn! I was a sucker for coloured eyes. He smirked. I almost forgot I was meant to be heartbroken, I couldn't blame myse
The moment I stepped into his apartment, I knew I had entered a different world, this man was living in extreme luxury, it was in complete contrast to the bar where I had met him. Everything screamed of wealth. The marble, polished to perfection. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a stunning view of the city skyline And the furniture was sleek, and obviously expensive, it looked like it had been lifted straight from the pages of a luxury magazine. Even the air smelled rich. New leather. Polished wood. And of course his intoxicating smell. That scent was masculine, dark, and addictive. I knew I was gawking. Who the hell was this man? From his tailored suit to his effortless confidence, everything about him oozes power. This wasn’t the type of man who belonged in a rundown bar. I barely had time to process before the door clicked shut behind me, the electricity between us only tripled, it was so thick and suffocating that I had to remind myself to breathe. He loosened the collar of
The first few days were unbearable. I woke up each morning with an unbearable pain in my chest, I would instinctively reaching for my phone only to find nothing. No missed calls, no apologies, not even a half-hearted excuse from Alex or Lily. It was like I had ceased to exist. At first, I told myself they needed time. Maybe they felt guilty. Maybe they would realize what they had done and try to fix it. But as the hours stretched into days, the truth became painfully clear. They weren’t coming back. They had erased me as easily as deleting a message. And I was done waiting. On the fourth morning, I blocked them both. No hesitation. No dramatic farewell text. Just a simple tap of my finger, cutting them out like they should have never been there in the first place. It wasn’t instant relief, but it was a start. I threw myself into anything to keep my mind from going back to them. My late nights weren’t for crying anymore; they were for prepping interview answers, reading articles o
It was obvious he was the one in control and it was not just the freaking interview. He looked different here than in the club. More uptight. More controlled. Gone was the teasing man who had flirted with me over drinks. Now, he was the man who owned every soul in this building. Including mine. I should have asked him what he did for a living. My gut had warned me, but no, I was too busy being interested in having sex him. And the worst part? I didn’t even do that! Ethan leaned back in his chair, his fingers folded in together, his piercing gaze dragging over me slowly, very focused and full of fucking intent. His suit was darker, crisp, his tie perfectly knotted, and that damn smirk the same one that had haunted me since that night never wavered. “Miss Carter,” one of the interviewers spoke, but I barely heard them over the pounding of my own heartbeat. “Let’s begin.” Ethan moved his fingers, nodding for them to proceed, but his eyes never left mine. The electricity between us
As I stepped out of the interview office, I spotted Lily approaching. Her eyes lit up with mischief and as if she was about to speak, but I didn’t slow down. I I had no patience for whatever she wanted to say. Without acknowledging her, I turned in the opposite direction, quickening my steps until I was outside. The moment I stepped out of the office, my phone rang again. Mom. I clenched my jaw, torn between ignoring it and knowing she wouldn’t stop until I picked up. With an exhausted sigh, I swiped to answer. After this call, I can finally have her out of my life… again, until she needs something and calls. “Finally,” her voice chirped, too sweet, too fake. “I was starting to think you would never pick up, sweetheart.” I rolled my eyes, already regretting my decision. “What do you want?” “Oh, Sophia, don’t be so cold. I have wonderful news! I’m getting married.” I stopped walking. Married? Again? I had lost count of how many times my mother had gotten married. Since my fath
I heard the words, but my brain refused to process them. Ethan. My stepbrother. No. Fucking. Way. The restaurant spun around me, my mother's voice fading into the background. My legs refused to move, but finally, I forced them forward. As soon as I reached the table, she looped her arm around mine, her grip too tight, too controlling. "Everyone, this is my daughter, Sophia." I barely had time to register the older man sitting beside her before she gestured toward him with a manicured hand. "This is Robert Blackwood, my fiancé." "And this is his son, Ethan. But I’m sure you already know that." I didn’t miss her wink. Then she gestured toward a girl sitting beside Ethan. "And this is Rachel, his daughter." Rachel looked just like her father, but I barely spared her a glance. Because my attention was locked on Ethan. His smirk was slow, knowing. “Looks like we’re family now, little sister.” Rachel smiled warmly, completely unaware of the earth-shattering bomb that had just b
Avoiding Ethan was impossible.I tried. I really did.He was always there, impossible to ignore, always throwing in some comments that got under my skin. But as much as he irritated me, my mother was worse she was practically draping herself over Robert. I knew they were getting married soon, but still.My mother had a toxic talent: luring in old, bored men with her hourglass figure. I had inherited the same shape, but unlike her, I preferred to cover it up rather than flaunt it.She played the part of the long-suffering woman who had raised her daughter alone, and that was exactly why she needed me here today. But I knew how this worked. She would get bored after six months, divorce him, and if she was lucky, walk away with half his money or at least the expensive gifts.That’s how we went from a trailer to a suburban house in three years. And now? Now she owns a mansion.One would think I am being too harsh on her, but stick around and see for yourself.I kept my focus on Rachel, pr
Rachel’s head snapped toward him, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Wait, your company?”“Is there any other Blackwood Corp that I don't know of?” Ethan’s voice is filled with sarcasm, but his pride is unmistakable. It made me want to gag.Rachel turned to me with a kind smile, her wide eyes filled with excitement. “No way, I work there.”Was I supposed to celebrate?My stomach twisted as all eyes at the table turned to me.My mother’s interest immediately piqued now that the conversation involved her new family. “As what?”“As an intern but placed as my secretary.” Ethan’s grin was downright smug, like he knew he had just gained the upper hand.My mother’s sigh was loud and grating, her disapproval evident. “A secretary? Really?” She shook her head with a patronizing smile. “Well, I suppose it’s a step up from…whatever you were doing before.”My jaw tightened, my teeth clenching so hard I thought they might crack.And, of course, she wasn’t done.“And what was she doing?” Ethan ask
“Can you please let me in? I’m already late, and you know how Mr. Blackwood gets with his employees being late”I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but the way she was looking at me like she knew something I didn’t made my skin itch.Her smirk widened at the mention of Ethan's name. “Rough morning?”I blinked, caught off guard. “You… could say that.”Oh, she had no idea how rough my morning had been.She hummed, eyes lingering on me in that irritating, knowing way. “Mmm.”What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was a ‘mmm’ going to get me inside? I clenched my jaw, my patience running very low. “So… Can you let me in?”She tapped a perfectly manicured nail against the desk, her smirk deepening. “Are you sure you belong here?”I pressed my hand on my forehead wanting to scream out my frustration at her.What. The. Hell.Didn’t she just call me by my name a minute ago?I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if she was about to let m
I should’ve just stayed in bed, and I wasn't even kidding.I knew today was going to be a mess the second I woke up, and the drama that happened just proved everything to be true. To make matters worse, I was already running late. My hair wouldn’t cooperate and stay in a freaking bun, my shirt had a wrinkle that refused to smooth out, and to top it all off, Ethan still hadn’t replied to my text.Looked like I was having the worst day on planet fucking Earth.I was checking my phone the whole ride to work, waiting for a reply from Ethan, or even a call from my mother telling me that what happened yesterday was one of her crazy attention-seeking stunts.But something told me that it wasn't.I checked my phone again, and still—nothing. The one time I needed Ethan to actually text me, he hadn’t sent a single reply.“Are you okay, miss?” The taxi driver asked, and I could see him watching me from the rearview mirror and he wasn't even hiding the fact that he was watching me.Jeez. Was I re
I woke up to the smell of coffee and something frying in the kitchen which incredibly unusual.I sniffed again and identified it as pancakes and bacon. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming or that I was being robbed and the thief was kind enough to make breakfast, because that was a more realistic explanation to what was happening because Veronica Carter didn’t cook. Not unless she was trying to impress someone.I wasn't even sure if she could do any domestic work.I sat up still feeling sleepy, rubbing my eyes, and then I saw her.Mom stood by the stove, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and tailored pants, looking like she had just stepped out of a magazine.Damn, who on earth was able to look this put together this early in the morning? Her hair, which had been a disaster last night, was now sleek and straight, her makeup flawless. She even had on a pair of pearl earrings.I didn't even know if I owned a hair straightener, because how on earth was she able to do this, and where di
Even as I walked home I was still grinning earlier to eat as I entered the taxi, my phone buzzed with a text from Ethan.Ethan: Remember tomorrow is Friday.Me: Looks like someone's excited.He didn't reply, he didn't need to be ahse the first sentence was enough to make my heart flip in my tiny little chest. I bit my lip, trying not to blush as the taxi driver did this thing. There was something perfect when your driver didn't try to engage in small talk, it just makes me want to give a full five stars.Finally I had reached my stop, I came down from the car as I hurried up the steps to my apartment. Tomorrow meant I was staying over meaning that I would be wrapped up in his sheets, waking up to him. The thought alone was to send me into overdrive But the second I looked up, the happiness I was feeling in my chest vanished.Right outside my apartment door was my mother looking like she was run over by a truck.Her legs were folded in a way that made it seem as if she had just coll
Chapter X: His multi purpose tongue “Are you going to be shy?” He asked as I shook my head representing a no.But it was obvious that my answer didn't satisfy him as his grip on my thighs tightened, I was sure that he would leave a mark “N-no I'm not going to be shy.” Who was I kidding, I was beyond shy, but with the way he looked at me with a satisfied smirk I knew this was going to be amazing."Good." He said in a monotone.Without any warning he lowered his head trailing kisses on my thighs, my hands involuntarily touched his hair guiding him to where I wanted it.I could feel him smirking as he was kicking on my thighs.I felt immediately insecure, what if I smelt weird? or the tiny bit of hair icked him out? What if I didn't like it?But with the way he looked at me, every doubt cleared my mind, his tongue then kissed my labia, fuck! I didn't know that can feel so amazing.I felt his tongue enter into me kissing my clitoris as I held his hair tighter begging him to keep going.
Worked continued like normal as it was almost as if we weren't popping champagne thirty minutes ago, everyone was busy with their ken thing while I was reviewing emails for Ethan.My phone buzzed again, I rolled my eyes because I didn't even need to look at the screen to know that it was Ethan.But I needed to know what the message was, I looked and and not surprisingly, it was a text from him.Ethan: My office now. Now.I stood up and went to his office wondering what Mr. Needy ass wanted now.I stepped into the room to find him leaning against the table, with his arms crossed and sleeves rolled up like he was about to fix a problem himself. He looked at me and smiled, like he genuinely smiled at me, it wasn't a smirk or anything he would normally do “You took your sweet time,” he said.“You texted two minutes ago,” I shot back. “Relax and besides I was looking at your emails.”He looked as if he had the perfect reply in mind but surprisingly he didn’t push further Instead, he gest
Finally, the applauded stopped and I not so quietly left the stage, I scanned the conference room for Rachel but she was no where to be found.If really needed a mental anchor but there was no one else but Rachel.It was too bad she wasn't here but if it got to sticking her nose in I and Ethan's business, she would miraculously be present.Everyone was glaring at me, even after Ethan moved on to discuss logistics and next steps, I could feel their eyes and even hear the accusations, from people who couldn’t stand the fact that I was the one standing beside him.Let them hate, after all that was all they could do after all it wasn't as if they could take this merger deal from me.I sipped my champagne slowly, allowing the bubbles to linger in my throat because no matter what they thought or what they gossiped, it would still go down in history books that I had won.The gossip didn't change the fact that I had secured the merger, and stood at the front of this room not because of Etha
It was ridiculous how quickly things moved. Yesterday I was in a five star hotel overseas with Ethan while today I stood in the conference room with glass walls surrounded by people who thought I was unworthy of sharing the same air as them and wanted me to fail.How perfect…But if I was being really honest with myself, I didn't want to ever leave the phillipines, it was a magical place and now it held memories.By memories, I meant that the image of Ethan fucking me more times than I could count was forced embedded in my mind.The moment we landed, Ethan didn't even have a moment of rest, he was busy with meetings and phone calls, finalizing the last details of the merger. And now, here we were in the so-called victory part of the deal.He wanted to start the planning phase immediately, without any time wasted but first we had to celebrate Ethan Blackwood style.The once boring conference halls now had a long table in the center, set with champagne flutes and trays of hors d’oeuvr
I took my time to study her since she wasn't replying, she still looked incredibly beautiful but this time she didn't have that smug look she did at the business meeting.Maybe she wouldn't try so hard to embarrass me this time.She wore a white sequin dress that did wonders to her figure and her high heels made her look incredibly tall, I wanted to touch her hair and ask her what she did to get it to be straight like that, but I quickly pinched myself remembering that she was the enemy.“Of course you should, you helped your company secure a million dollar deal that is impressive.”I was trying to get her angel, was she trying to get on my good side now that Mr. Ventura is on our side or does she have a trick up her sleeve.I decide to also play her game"I guess you're right.” I said with a plastered smile on my facem “I guess winning after someone tries so hard to make me lose feels even better."I gave her an innocent smile before I then met her gaze, she knew I was right, after